Cameron had gone home to 'find something indecent to wear,' as House had put it. He wanted to rub it in Wilson's face that he got the hotter one. He still hadn't quite figured out Wilson's sudden switch from Cuddy to Emily and back to Cuddy again. He was fully expecting a thorough explanation from Wilson later.

About an hour of scowling at the blank TV later, Cameron honked her horn impatiently outside his apartment. He flicked off the lights, hobbling carefully out to her car.

"I still can't believe you did this," he grumbled as he got in the car. She was wearing a simple cocktail dress that fell low, revealing just enough of her chest. Her auburn curls framed her beautiful face perfectly. House was glad she was his.

"It will be fine," she said exasperatedly. "I don't know what you're so worried about. It's just Wilson and Cuddy." House looked at her incredulously.

"Yeah. But do you have any idea what they're gonna want to 'talk' about?" Cameron shook her head as she pulled into traffic. "That's what I thought. You can bet this will be one awkward night." Sitting back in the seat, he crossed his arms, pouting to make his point. "You…look nice, though." He added quietly. Cameron smiled, placing her hand on his thigh and squeezed..

"So do you."

House had become rigid again by the time that they pulled up in front of Cuddy's condo. Almost all the lights were on inside, and they could smell the charcoal on the breeze.

"You so owe me for this," he growled at Cameron, who fell into step beside him.

"Don't worry about it," she said coyly, slipping her arm around his waist. "I'm sure you'll come up with a reasonable payback." Giving him a pointed look, she reached up and kissed him gently before pressing the doorbell. "And for the love of God, House. Be nice." She smirked at him as his arm traveled up her back, settling on her shoulders. He was about to say something in his defense when the door opened, basking them in a warm glow. Cuddy stood there, smiling knowingly. They hadn't bothered dropping their arms, assuming that Cuddy had figured out that they were seeing each other.

"Glad you decided to come," she said, moving aside to let them in. House detached himself from Cameron, standing awkwardly at the base of the stairs. "James!" Cuddy yelled. Wilson's voice could be heard in the back yard, getting louder as he came inside.

"Allison," he said happily, taking her up in a friendly hug. Eyes narrowing, House lifted his cane, beating Wilson in the back of the head.

"Hands off."

"House," Wilson said stiffly, massaging his head. The two locked eyes, daring the other to look away. "I'm sorry, I have to go check the steaks," Wilson mumbled finally, turning down the hallway. Cameron watched him step outside before she smacked House's arm.

"I said be nice!" she half-whispered, as though the slight reduction in her voice would keep Cuddy out of it. "Why do you always have to be such an ass?" House glared at Cameron, glared at Cuddy, who was smirking at the two of them. Increasing the force of his glare, House limped past her and into the adjacent living room. He collapsed in a large armchair, keeping his eyes on Cameron as she crossed the room to the couch.

"So," Cuddy said smoothly. "What have you two been up to this weekend?" She lifted an eyebrow suggestively at House, luckily not seeing Cameron's bright red cheeks.

"Oh, you know…" He shot Cameron an anxious look before continuing. "Hanging out."

Wilson banged in through the back door about twenty minutes later, bringing the thick smell of charred meat with him. House exaggerated his look of disgust, not bothering to hide it when Wilson came into the living room.

"Dinner's on," Wilson announced. Everyone was able to place that edge in his voice, pairing it with the way Wilson tried too hard to keep his eyes off House. Forcing a smile, Cuddy got to her feet and led her guests to the dining room. The table was set with Cuddy's better dishware, glasses of wine at each place. A plate of blackened steaks sat in the center, surrounded by bowls of mashed potatoes and green beans.

"This looks lovely, Lisa…and James," Cameron said politely. House snorted.

The first half of the meal was tense, the conversations held between any three – as long as Wilson and House were not talking together – were brittle and awkward. They veered from the subjects that would cause House and/or Wilson to explode, sticking to the safety topics, such as the hospital or the quickly worsening weather. But it was as Cuddyleft to get the crème brûlée that the inevitable sparks started flying.

"How are you going to feed your family if this is how you cook?" House asked Wilson irritably, poking at his untouched steak. It was the first thing he had said to Wilson all evening. Cameron groaned, bringing her hands to her face. Wilson glared across the table at House, who glared right back.

"I thought it was wonderful," Cameron offered, shooting House a pleading look.

"'Wonderful?' Cameron, did you miss the one inch layer of char on these so-called steaks?" Cameron rolled her eyes, retreating to the kitchen to help Cuddy. "Are you trying to kill us, Wilson?"

"Just stop," Wilson warned. "I am so sick of your arrogance, Greg. So sick…."

"Oh. You're sick of me?" House almost screamed. He got to his feet, gripping his cane so hard his knuckles had gone white. "You are sick of me. Godly Wilson is sick of me. I suppose I have no other choice than to end my life." He flung a dramatic hand across his forehead, feigning despair."Whatever shall I do?"

"Shut up, House!" Wilson yelled,. House dropped his hand, his eyes fixed on Wilson. "What is your problem? Why are you so pissed at me?" House slapped the palm of his hand against his forehead, as though he had just realized how stupid he had been acting.

"Oh you're right," House drawled. "I should just forget the fact that you got Cuddy pregnant, threw her to the dogs, brought my sister as your date-"

"House-"

"I'm not finished," House barked. "Brought her as your date to the benefit last night, left her alone, and, on top of all of that, you can't cook worth shit! You're right. How could I be mad at you?" Wilson had closed his eyes, waiting patiently until House was finished with his ranting.

"House," he began calmly. "I did not bring Emily as a date." Wilson cracked an eye open to see how House had taken this piece of information. Satisfied with the speechless reaction, he continued. "She called me yesterday morning to ask if she could come along. She wanted to see you, Greg. She had planned on talking to you, even forgiving you, I believe. But after last night…you may actually have to put more effort into it now." House's gaze fell to the floor, then flitted over to the doorway where Cuddy and Cameron were standing with dessert, Cameron looking as stunned as House.

"What about her?" House asked, pointing his thumb towards Cuddy.

"We-"

"We're not really sure," Cuddy cut him off, coming into the room. "We won't get married, not yet. But he's promised to help. As much as he can." She smiled affectionately at Wilson. Suddenly, all the love was too much.

"I think I'm gonna hurl," he said quietly.

"Here, try this first." Cameron leaned over, moving a spoon of crème brûlée towards his mouth. His mouth opened, letting the custard in. The excitement was evident immediately.

"Oh, man, Cuddy. I need that recipe."

"Oh yeah," Wilson chuckled, "I'd love to see you attempt to cook. Your head might explode."

House and Cameron exchanged a secretive look, Cameron learning that House had gotten deeper with her than she'd thought.